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El astronauta.


De niño, una vez imaginó que su habitación tenía una puerta oculta. Y que esa puerta, después de teclear un código en el sistema de acceso te cedía el paso a una gran base secreta.
La base mostraba siempre una gran actividad, el numeroso personal se afanaba en una indeterminada labor, los operarios se movían entre los grandes ordenadores y de vez en cuando se les veía comentar entre ellos los datos frente a un monitor.
En el enorme complejo, compuesto por numerosas salas, los corredores convergían hacia un pabellón central, una gigantesca sala circular presidida por una pantalla que ocupaba la totalidad de las paredes. El espacio resultaba de una mezcla entre el interior de un submarino y la sala de control en tierra del Apolo XII, tal y como recordaba haberla visto en la televisión. Cuando su padre y él accedían al complejo por la puerta escondida de su dormitorio, toda aquella tecnología se ponía a su servicio. Los agentes secretos les leían sus informes y él se sentaba frente a un monitor y allí se quedaba, observando atentamente.

Al crecer, una vez también se sintió observado.

Mientras caminaba recordó un reciente programa de televisión en el que se afirmaba que el primer alunizaje del Apolo XII habia sido un montaje. Volvió a ver los rostros expectantes de los técnicos de la base en tierra, atentos a los monitores en los momentos previos al primer paso de un ser humano sobre la superficie en blanco y negro de la luna. Y se acordó del laboratorio fantasma que de pequenho guardaba tras la puerta. Tenia ahora treinta y dos años, los mismos que habían pasado desde aquella odisea espacial que ahora algunos consideraban falsa.

Se hizo de noche y una cámara móvil de vigilancia seguía a unos jovenes borrachos. El círculo de luz infrarroja haría mostrar una calle iluminada como la luna en alguna lejana pantalla. Los tres corrían alrededor del poste que sujetaba la cámara y el vigilante se esmeraba en alcanzarlos con el objetivo. Al desaparecer la juerga entre gritos por una de las bocacalles, el sistema de vigilancia fijo en él su luz invisible. Desde lo alto la cámara le miraba, enviando su imagen de astronauta a algun centro invisible de control.

Le era imposible determinar cual era la importantísima labor que se desarrollaba tras la puerta secreta de su habitación. Ahora, al recordar su suenho, se reconoció en la silenciosa mirada que le examinaba al otro lado de la cámara. Alguien, en alguno de los edificios de los centros financieros que le rodeaban, había accedido por otra entrada a las terminales de su refugio secreto, y le observaba atentamente, iluminado por la luz intermitente de los monitores. Volvió a imaginar que con el tiempo, su gran base secreta había crecido multiplicándose en todas las direcciones hasta dispersarse tras una explosión en un número infinito de pequenhos nodos, emulando un modelo divino de perspectiva capaz de comprender la totalidad de los puntos de vista posibles. Se imaginó a si mismo como un astronauta en un decorado fingiendo la falta de gravedad mediante teatrales saltos. A modo de bandera clavó el paraguas con el logotipo de su empresa en el centro de una pequenha jardinera.

No halló en su camino a casa un lugar en el que descansar del frío en la espalda, del frío en la frente, en el pecho y en las manos que producía el cristal helado de las cámaras, el círculo de luz infraroja y el zumbido electrónico de los servomotores.

http://www.nastplas.com/blog/?p=1433

I am raising now

a dead butterfly

with no make-up

Cat Power singing a Haiku from George Seferis in 2003...
The video is totally random but I like it.

"Sixteen Haiku & Other Stories" is a collection of poems by George Seferis, translated from their original Greek into English, set to music, and then performed by a guest cast some of the great, good & obscure from the alternate music scene of Western Europe & America. Read More

Another google egosearch finding.

http://www.outonofotografico.com/2000/expo/natural1.html

What you can see here it was a very large print-out that I (if I remember well) glued to the exhibition wall. This is a picture of my old bonsay, that I place in the window of my room at Kingsland road, facing east, the buildings in the background are a group of council estates in the heart of Hackney. The picture was took with a crappy webcam attached to my computer (640x400 resolution).

Micro-casual videoclip filmed at home (from the sofa in a full moon day).
The music is the soundtrack of the game I was playing.

Moon from alberto barreiro on Vimeo.

"when the tobacco smoke smells also of the/mouth which exhales it, the two odors/marry by inframince". Marcel Duchamp.

Inframince from alberto barreiro on Vimeo.

The shadow of the blinds in my office in a windy and cloudy day and the lines of my notebook also marry by inframince

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Based on the previous post, I decided to move Lindsay into the realm of the alternative realities, transforming her into a character of a nonexistent Richard Linklater movie:

Lindsay K. is a Hollywood actress and one of the most popular faces on screen.
When trying to isolate herself in a remote island, she receives a script from an unknown producer. The role was about an actress that falls in a spiral of paranoia and self-destruction after the death of her best friend, also an actress.
She reads a few pages and told her agent that despite the offer, she wasn't interested in playing the role.
From that day she felt things were not quite the same (animated rotoscoped sequences start here).
A few days after, she goes back to LA just to find out that Brit, her best friend, was dead.

.... it will continue

The view of the skeptical. Waking Life, Richard Linklate, 2001

Quick thought:

We all all incepted with a myth. An archetypical idea that is implanted deeply in our subconsciousness.

We spend our lives trying to embody that myth.

My myth is the West.

For some reason I'm fascinated by the look of Lindsay Lohan in court.
She never looked more beautiful.

She crossed the boundaries between fiction and reality in the most dangerous way, developing a self destructive character. Transforming herself in her own degenerating portrait, like an inverse version of Dorian Gray.
It looks like Lindsay is testing the limits of herself as a representation. In fiction nobody dies, it's a simulacrum. Maybe that's why some stars living in a world that doesn't differ much from the ones in the movies, tend to believe that everything is unreal, therefore they won't die.
Someone has to take the heroic task of proving the solidity, the rules and consistency of reality, and that's what she is doing.

Like Mal, Cobb's wife in Inception, she is not sure if she is living the real life, she enters a self destructive spiral and kills herself in order to go back to reality.

Going to jail is a way of proving the consequence of the acts in real life, maybe that will be enough, maybe not.

We, as spectators of the Lohan Show, are a key ingredient to the mix, a "broadcasted" life is not an autonomous life anymore. Every single act becomes a representation in the very moment it is performed, the end result is that she becomes an actress representing her own life, she is her mirrored reflection, made of nothing but light. I suspect that under this circumstances, the subject will be trying to regain ownership of their missing identity, like Truman did.
What are the tactics to break the spell? self-destruction until crashing with the boundaries of that layer of reality?

I don't know... but today she is my hero.

Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

99 ways of shifting realities: 

in not particular order:

1. Alice´s Adventures in Wonderland
2. The Mirror
3. Inception
4. Brazil
5. Dreamscape
6. Synecdoche, New York
7. A Scanner Darkly
   
8. Strange Days
9. The Wizard of Oz
10. The 5000 Fingers of Dr.T
11. Pan's Labyrinth
12. Performance
13. The Fall
14. Tron
15. Lost Highway
16. The 13th Floor
17. Memento
18. Dark City
19. Primer
20. The Cell
21. Altered States
22. Naked Lunch
23. Abre Los Ojos
24. Hellraiser
25. A Nightmare on Elm Street
26. ExistenZ
27. The Matrix
28. The Science of Sleep
29. Life on Mars
30. Mirrormask
31. Spellbound
32. Total Recall
33. Avatar
34. Waking Life
35. Fight Club
36. Solaris
37. Stalker
38. Nostalgia
39. Requiem for a Dream
40. Jacobs Ladder
41. Flatliners
42. In Dreams
43. Being John Malkcovich
44. Adaptation
45. Vanilla Sky
46. Flight of the Navigator
47. The Machinist
48. Pi
49. Donnie Darko
50. Brainstorm (Cypher)
51. Science of Sleep
52. The Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind
53. I ♥ Huckabees
54. NeverEnding Story
55. Labyrinth
56. Je t'aime, je t'aime
    
57. 8 1/2
58. Matter of Life and Death
59. Where the Wild Things Are
60. City of the Lost Children
61. Heavenly Creatures
62. Futureworld
63. Paprika
64. Un Soir, Un Train
65. American Psycho
66. 2001: A Space Odyssey
67. Belle de Jour
68. The Serpent and The Rainbow
69. Coraline
70. Identity
71. The Fountain
72. Don't Look Now
73. Vertigo
74. Last Year in Marienbad
75. La Jetèe
76. Twelve Monkeys
77. Twin Peaks
78. Taxi Driver
79. Blade Runner
80. Ninth Configuration
81. Shutter Island
82. Eraserhead
83. Living In Oblivion
84. Until The End of the World
85. Audition
86. Spirited Away
87. Inland Empire
88. Beetlejuice
89. Hour of the Wolf
90. Le Sang d'un poete
91. Ghost in The Shell
92. Perfect Blue
93. Lawnmower Man
94. Bridge to Terabithia
95. The Prestige
96. Minority Report
97. Truman Show
    
98. Paperhouse
99. The Game
    

Note: I compiled list after watching Inception a couple of days ago. I used to collect films on this topic, many of those are in the list above, now lost on some dreamed past.
They are about dreams, virtual reality, movies in movies, worlds in worlds, psychosis, multiple identities, layered simultaneous universes, the blurry boundaries of our knowledge, the uncertain limits between the subject and its representation, the ductility of reality, the unsettling doubt.

One of these days

10:48 AM

- Sightings of pictures of Brigitte Bardot: 3

- Hearings of Elkie Brooks' Lilac Wine: 2

... and counting

Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?